Youve all heard of Freudian slips, right? Well, it was the craziest thing... We were all seated around the dining room table for Thanksgiving. A lot of my family was there, and everyone was talking at once, saying things like, please, pass the salt, and making small talk, asking pleasantries like, hows school?, how was your trip?, do you like the wine? and stuff like that. As usual, what with the turkey carving and the inevitable questions of white meat or dark? and would you care for gravy?, and the passing back and forth of the plates, as well as the serving bowls of potatoes, stuffing and green beans making their way round the table, some small dishes didnt get passed around right away unless you asked for them specifically. My uncle, my fathers older brother, whom we only see occasionally, but who is usually a very dignified, quiet person (unfortunately going through his third divorce, and currently living in a hotel in Wilmington, Delaware), turned to his mother, my grandmother, and intended to ask her for the cranberry sauce (as he patiently explained later), but instead said, You ruined my life, you castrating bitch! Like I said, it was the craziest thing! Thanksgiving always brings family together, even if it doesnt always bring out the best in families. Cheers!